Nightmare Attack

Wei Jinting picked up the fat man's back collar with one hand, dragged him to the wall, leaned his back against the wall, then squatted in front of him, and picked up the butterfly blade on the ground on the road.

"You can say it well." Wei Jinting tried the blade with his hand, then stretched the knife to the fat man's face, smiling and said: "Cut off your tongue as a memorial, I guess you wouldn't care?"

Prying open the fat man's mouth, knocking his teeth one by one with a knife, the fat man drooped his head, his eyes closed tightly, and he didn't move.

It seems that he really passed out...

Wei Jinting put away the knife, then changed his position, knees close together, and squatted face to face in front of the fat man.

When looking at the fat man, the pale red eyes that were repeatedly impacted by despair showed emotions that had never been seen before, like seeing a long-lost relative.

He slowly stretched out his hands, first rubbed the fat face of the fat man, and then slowly squeezed his face into various shapes.

It's like a naughty child playing with his brother who spoils him.

Large drops of tears gushed from the eye sockets, mixed with the blood on his face, after a long time, Wei Jinting's hideous and crazy face returned to calm.

Slowly spread the fat man's hand that was still clenching his fist, then put his hand on his knee and put it in a comfortable posture.

He turned and leaned against the wall, just like the fat man's movements, the blood on his back splashed on the wall, his blood loss was serious, and his body injury might not be as serious as the torn sacks on the street.

What's more terrifying is that the door in his body has already begun to be uncontrollable.

The two were next to each other, shoulder to shoulder.

In terms of physique alone, the fat man can fit both of him in, but at the moment there is not the slightest violation of the picture.

"I'm here to accompany you." Wei Jinting closed his eyes and murmured, "I won't go anywhere."

The nice butterfly blade was thrown on the ground, and the blade shone with cold light.

......

"Those who hurt her deserve to die." The voice of the person in black swayed like water, and there seemed to be fluctuations in the air.

"To be honest, I still like you quite a bit, I think we have a special affinity." Jiang Cheng said, raising his hands.

He wanted the people in black to be ignorant, he didn't have any malicious intentions, they were actually a group.

"Lin Chen is also a good girl." Jiang Cheng looked at Lin Chen, who had fallen on the bed because of overdose of sleeping pills, with a pity in his eyes.

"Li Maoshen and the others died innocently, even if you don't take action, brother, I will teach them." Jiang Cheng seemed to think of what Li Maoshen and others had done, and he was very angry.

But after a while, he didn't change his face and said: "We may have less contact with each other. You still don't understand me. I just can't see the good people suffer, and I can't change this point of hatred and hatred!"

"We look alike at this point." Jiang Cheng licked his lips.

"It's not like." Wu's voice came. "You said these just want to survive."

"Everyone wants to live. This question doesn't make any sense." Jiang Cheng said, "You chose to resurrect Lin Chen before, didn't you also not want to see her die?"

"It's just that the police came to the door later and made some mistakes that interrupted your plan." Jiang Cheng said.

"Do you think so?" Wufan asked.

Jiang Cheng pursed his lips, slightly lacking in confidence and asked, "Isn't it?"

After a long silence, Renwu in black walked over slowly, his leather shoes slammed on the ground, and the sound was as if he had stepped directly into his heart.

He didn't hurt Jiang Cheng~www.NovelMTL.com~ but focused on Lin Chen's face. There was no pain on her face, as if she was asleep.

"The second time, I killed her." Wu stretched out his hand and straightened out the broken hair on his forehead for Lin Chen on the bed. It seemed that this was not the first time he had done such a thing.

Jiang Cheng frowned slightly, "Why?"

"Because living is a torture to her, she never knows how to protect herself." Wu Wu said indifferently.

As if suddenly figuring out something, Jiang Cheng's face changed slightly, "So it was you who really killed Li Maoshen and the others, not Lin Chen."

"You can understand that."

"But as you said, those are meaningless." Wu stood up, holding the bottle of sleeping pills in his hand, and placed it on the other side very easily.

"The dead don't need to ask so many questions." The man in black looked at Jiang Cheng, stretched out his hand and said, "Give me the painting and you can die."